It has become clear to me in the previous days that any attempts at reconciliation and explanation with the community here has failed. I have tried my best. I really have. I pored my heart out trying. But it was all for nothing.

You win. There, I have said it.

Now there is only one thing left to do. Let us see if I can sum up the strength needed to end things once and for all.

"There is a principle which is a bar against all information, which is proof against all arguments and which cannot fail to keep a man in everlasting ignorance--that principle is contempt prior to investigation." -Herbert Spencer

Canada if I recall has very strict entry requirements even with the work system under NAFTA, I'm not even sure a majority of cases would even be considered unless they spoke French, food for thought :)

PhilosopherOfSorts wrote:I'd like to move to Canada, it seems like a nice place, like the U.S., but with manners and universal healthcare.

No you wouldn't, like a quarter of them are French. And not the good kind, either. The assholes that make Parisans look like polite individuals.

"The rifle itself has no moral stature, since it has no will of its own. Naturally, it may be used by evil men for evil purposes, but there are more good men than evil, and while the latter cannot be persuaded to the path of righteousness by propaganda, they can certainly be corrected by good men with rifles."

Terralthra wrote:Funny, I've never had any sort of problem interacting with Québécois. Nor Parisien(ne)s, for that matter.

Then you're also an asshole. You're in good company with them. lol j/k

I have friends from Quebec and they are good people but it is the overall whininess or assholishness when one also take in the news and politics involving Quebec. They also have sucky roads (Montreal and the Outauais (sp?) ), and the forcefulness of pushing French on others when there is really no need.

Forcing French on 80% of the country and a greater requirement to know French in order to get a government job, really do make them into assholes.

Terralthra wrote:Funny, I've never had any sort of problem interacting with Québécois. Nor Parisien(ne)s, for that matter.

Then you're also an asshole. You're in good company with them. lol j/k

I have friends from Quebec and they are good people but it is the overall whininess or assholishness when one also take in the news and politics involving Quebec. They also have sucky roads (Montreal and the Outauais (sp?) ), and the forcefulness of pushing French on others when there is really no need.

Forcing French on 80% of the country and a greater requirement to know French in order to get a government job, really do make them into assholes.

Stereotypes off the starboard bow!

Quebecois get their share of stereotypes, but spending any length of time in Quebec makes you realize its population is broken into good, normal, and bad segments just like anywhere else. Now, they do often have a great deal of pride in their culture, loathe the introduction of outside cultural elements, and jealously insist that their language and traditions be dominant. They're like the Americans of Canada.

I've just finished my 3 year mission of infiltrating the USA, damn it, am I glad to be away from the land of deep fry everything!!! Also known as Texas, I've reported my findings to my superiors in Quebec, and we all agree our best bet is to hire cajun agent from Louisiana to do our spying, a lot easier!

All jokes aside, I was pleasantly surprised by how nice the people were in the USA, even in the supposedly bad places.

I was also pleasantly surprised to meet people who visited Montreal and loved it. So I guess we're not all that bad.

It's not because I'm bilingual that I was of any use down back in Texas though

well technically there are two kinds of Windigos, the crazy real humans that try to kill folks and eat them, and than there's the ones that folks in the pacific northwest try to (warn) pull people's legs about that really don't exist (they are as real as Drop Bears)

The scariest folk song lyrics are "My Boy Grew up to be just like me" from cats in the cradle by Harry Chapin